Piano Op.VII

Blackie

I enjoyed creating this beat from scratch and continued to add to it over the course of several weeks. I used a combination of synths over the beat and added the guitar, mixing in some bluesy polish from my new pedalboard. A combination of EVH phaser and JHS 424 gain stage, mixed with a Boss IR-2 clean tone. Lyrically, talking about transcending from rain running into olive trees, descending into the clouds, and playing a ukulele. The ringing bell tone served as the foundation for the song, accompanied by the chords. It’s up there on my strange meter; I had to share it immediately. You know how those morning runs always start out kind of difficult until you get into that pace and experience the runner's high. That’s how I feel about this song. 



Morning Run 

An old apple cart there’s a new shoe
Waiting for someone to wear
The meadow feels the rains energy
As I walk on to the next street

When I found a better way 
What else could I have done 
Then I found a new path
Along we take the morning run

Climbing higher reading retroglyph
Follow the cloud and the arc
Carts go flying through the hill slope
Windy as it changes tonight 

Then I found a better way 
The work is never done 
Blessed cause all is not lost again
When all we see is the morning run

Stealing dreams every note
Pull each falls and covers me
Thought I’d die 

Oh yeah…

Thought I’d take the other way 
Uke in the Cloud 

Olive Trees they go 
Straight into the sky I’ve played
These strings again

Thought I'd try a better way
What else could I have done
Playing the cloud uke in the field
Aurora see the morning run

Morning Run

the angels guide me

The song isn't quite finished, but I'd like to upload it as early as possible in December, even though you can listen to it at any time of year. Since I don't have any more time this year, it's coming out now on SC. I'm happy with it as it is. I don't always like the vocals in the second verse, so I would re-record some parts. The bass is just a first draft and the mix (the volume of the individual instruments could certainly be improved). But I'm happy with it as it is. Anyone who doesn't like it this way wouldn't like the revised version either. Let's go it's:
December
I ride my bike through the frozen streets
memories of different past years meet
from the suburb to the city I go
while in the air there's a little bit of snow

there's to the right the street to my old school
where some of the boys often played the fool
I hear in a distance the sound of the sea
the harbor comes in sight
the boats lie silent and the sails are dry
the beach cafe has been closed for months
back next season in Mai I will be welcome
in summer I had ice cream and coffee there, was awesome

shops with frosty glass
as the day has passed
in the city the light shine bright
festive colors in the night
it's this peaceful month
it is Christmas coming
preparations running

while in my face the cold wind blows
in the shops with glowing windows
the Christmas season silently shows
the scent of cinnamon is in the air
decorated houses are everywhere
the market place ahead
with yellow busses and people widespread
it's this months the calm December
the good moments of the year you remember
as the year fades into quiet slumber
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Have a great Christmas time and December and rest of the year!


December

contentment, gratitude, and humility are not necessarily among the central sentiments of our time, nor are they at the forefront of modern human nature, which constantly strives for improvement of whatever.

as soon as we have achieved something specific, we are already looking for something next, like inhaling and exhaling, only to inhale again, and so on. that’s the way we pass the time, and time passes.

interestingly, when I was a little boy (at a time when life is still so full of questions and mysteries that you dare to ask the naivest questions), I loved to hold my breath and imagine what it would be like if life were one long, uninterrupted breath?

sometimes I still ask myself that question today, like recently during a walk on a wet and cold december evening. 

I watched the colours and lights of the city, doubled in the reflections of puddles and rainy streets, and observed the bustling activity of passers-by scurrying restlessly back and forth: infinite heaps of important, urgent, pressing, pleasant, or less pleasant things in all our minds that need to be done, like the next breath or the next heartbeat.

I held my umbrella to one side, looked up at the deep black sky with its dark clouds illuminated schematically by the city lights, felt the cold raindrops like fine ice needles on my cheeks, and held my breath. just for a short carpe momentum. then I walked on, because I still had something to do...

I wish you all a relaxing pre-christmas weekend with special or not-so-special moments to simply stop time. even if it's just for a breath.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers (original title “night walk” 2015), instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5


I wander the streets where the dusk softly bleeds
Cold rain on the stones tracing half-forgotten needs
Faces stream past with a gravity grim
As though the whole day slipped away on a whim

Old hearts and young ones, the timid, the bold
All of them carrying storms in the cold

If fire from the heavens fell sharp through the air
We’d freeze with a look caught between wonder and despair
But I tip my head upward, let the cold diamonds spin
One breath, and I feel what strange fools we have been

We hurry through moments too fragile to name
Blind to their shimmer, then searching for blame

If fire from the heavens fell sharp through the air
We’d freeze with a look caught between wonder and despair
Yet here in the rainfall, the world feels akin
One breath, and I’m certain what fools we have been

We idiots

Wediots

Time was born from heartfelt conversations with the most wonderful friend about what truly matters in life. We talked about how easy it is to rush through our days without noticing how precious each moment really is. This song is a reminder to live fully while we are here—enjoy the small joys, cherish the people we love, and speak the words we keep inside. Time encourages us to slow down, breathe, and make room for the things that give life meaning. Because once a moment passes, we cannot take it back, so we must choose to live, now. This is for you old friend.

LYRIC

Intro 
Ticking clocks inside my chest,
Reminding me there’s no reset,
Every second burns away,
So I won’t waste another day.

Verse
Running fast but standing still,
Counting hours we can’t refill,
Moments slipping through our hands,
We hold on tight to what we can.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t let it fade, don’t let it die,
We’ve only got this fragile time.

Chorus 
Time is racing, don’t let go,
Make it count, let the fire show,
Every heartbeat, every line,
We can’t replace this stolen time.

Verse
Chasing light across the sky,
No regrets, we won’t ask why,
Every scar and every tear,
Built the reason we are here.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t let it fade, don’t let it die,
We’ve only got this fragile time.

Chorus
Time is racing, don’t let go,
Make it count, let the fire show,
Every heartbeat, every line,
We can’t replace this stolen time.

Bridge
We can’t rewind, no second chance,
So let’s ignite while we still can.

Chorus
Time is racing, don’t let go,
Make it count, let the fire show,
Every heartbeat, every line,
We can’t replace this stolen time.

Outro
Time… we’re alive… tonight.

Time

In this extended version of Old Saint Nick we finally added all the things we wanted from the start but didn’t have time for. There’s a lovely intro by Mauro using Omnisphere, some backing vocals from Tom who handled production and mix, and a final instrumental section to put the cherry on top of this amazing musical cake created by the awesome Joe Stroffolino (https://soundcloud.com/joseph-stroffolino/old-saint-nick), of which we carved out a delicious Chiptune slice (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/old-saint-chip-instrumental-chiptune)!
Enjoy! We’ll be back in a week with one of our own songs. You can find the teaser here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPFKANVV9Us

©2025 Beating Edge & @Joseph-stroffolino

Credits:
Main Vocals, music and lyrics: Joe (@Joseph-stroffolino)
Guitar & Backing Vocals: Mary
Backing Vocals: Tom
Synths: Mauro
Bass & Synth Bass: Davide
Drums & Percussion: Valerio
Mixed & Produced by Tom

Lyrics:

St Nicholas was born in Turkey in the fourth century AD.
He became the bishop of Myra, and was known for his generosity.
They say he tossed three bags of gold into a poor family's dwelling,
And he raised three boys from the dead — it’s a legend, but it sure sounds compelling.

How did a man who lived in Turkey,
In a land that’s warm and sunny,
End up in the North Pole with flying reindeer
If you think about it, it’s kind of funny.

Nicholas died of old age in Myra in the year three forty-three.
They buried him in a tomb expecting him to rest eternally.
The years went by, the tales grew taller and his legend continued to grow,
And it was a fact that relics of a saint could earn you quite a bit of dough.

It’s good to give gifts to family and friends,
And people in need,
But sometimes it feels
Like we’re being manipulated
To buy things we don't need.

In 1087, there were sailors in two cities, Venice and Bari.
They decided they wanted St Nicholas's bones so they raced across the Adriatic Sea.
The sailors from Bari got there first and they took those bones by force and deception.
They brought them back to Bari and they were greeted with a heroic reception.

You can take all the bad parts of the story that happen in real life,
Remove the uncomfortable dark parts and keep only the light.
We sing our Christmas carols and say it’s the most magical time of the year.
For a few days we ignore all the bad stuff as we spread the Christmas cheer.

Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, he tried to help those in need.
Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, now he’s a mascot for corporate greed.
Old Saint Nick, Old Saint Nick, he tried so hard to help the poor.
Now he’s a giant plastic figurine who smiles as you walk into the big box store.

As we sit there ripping the paper off our presents underneath the Christmas tree,
It’s good to remember there are people out there who are less fortunate than you and me.
Maybe we can be a little bit more like Old Saint Nick — maybe we can.
Maybe we can be a little bit more like Old Saint Nick.

Old Saint Nick Extended Version

(Verse 1)
Paper hearts in a dusty box
Broken vows and twisted locks
Was it real or just a show
A magic trick a fading glow

(Chorus)
Fool's gold shining bright
Lost my way in the fading light
Was it true was it a game
Whisper lies speak my name

(Verse 2)
Sweetest words a honey trap
Caught me in your velvet lap
Every kiss a careful lie
Watched me drown beneath your eye

(Chorus)
Fool's gold shining bright
Lost my way in the fading light
Was it true was it a game
Whisper lies speak my name

(Bridge)
Is there anyone out there
A real touch a soul to share
Or just more fools more gilded schemes
Waking up from hollow dreams

[Chorus]
Fool's gold shining bright
Lost my way in the fading light
Was it true was it a game
Whisper lies speak my name

Heartbreaks Of The Past Haunt

Fool's Gold

given my list of themes when I started working on my album “Despair,” here is my fourth-to-last song.

have you already been to an immersive art exhibition? using VR and AR glasses, 3D mapping, elaborately designed projections, and sophisticated soundscapes, these institutions offer the opportunity to witness art in a multisensory and emotional way.

before the remarkable advent of digital technology, this special pleasure could only be experienced by consuming widely discredited plants such as magic mushrooms, mescaline cacti, or a hawaiian baby woodrose. or through an instrument that has been almost replaced by electronic entertainment: human imagination.

this atrophying ability can unfold effects by far more immersive than anything that could ever be achieved through digital simulation because every imagination is absolutely unique, solely existing in the mind of the individual. 

think of the paintings by caspar david friedrich: heaps of immersive power for unique experiences, interpretations and lively discussions (one of carina and my favorite pastimes).

there is this enigmatic work, “winter landscape with church,” (see wikipedia), which at first glance shows exactly what its title suggests. but then you discover a detail in this scene, which has sparked the imagination of the many experts who have attempted to interpret it. many have identified religious messages in it.

I – largely unimpressed by christian iconography and theological confirmation bias – I just feel the icy cold mist creeping into my clothes, into my skin, into my bones. I smell the piercing frost in the air as the white fragrance of a vast nothingness. I hear the heavy silence of the snow. somewhere, the cry of a crow echoes, and an old tree sighs and cracks. I see the inhospitable outline of a cathedral, like a lifeless mirage from another world. and then, in front of me, I witness an infinitely wordless tragedy.

a person. in ultimate self-abandonment. in despair that leaves everything behind. following one final illusion that transforms a lonely death into a dream. a dream I tried to turn into a song. 

no need for special glasses.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, translational support by deepl, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 5


He drops in the snow where the cold winds bite
No clue where he’s heading, no strength left to fight 
His crutches tossed down like: Man, I’m done 
Breath turning to clouds in the weak morning sun

Tiny fir trees stand there, quiet and small 
Iced-up and shivering but still standing tall 
They’ve taken the storms and they’ve ridden the night
But damn, they look peaceful in that pale blue light

Lone, lost in hope
No way to cope
Ice freezing breath
Tears
Grief 
And death

Through the fog in the distance a steeple breaks through 
Like a half-faded signal saying: Hey, still you 
A ghost of a promise in the silence and snow 
A place for the lost when they’ve got nowhere to go

He stares at that church with a shake in his chest 
Worn-out as hell but still trying his best 
And something inside, real tiny, real thin
Goes: Yeah, you’re hurting, but you’re not cashing in

Lone, lost in hope…

He hauls himself up with the last of his drive
Snow on his jacket but wait, he’s alive 
And the church just waits there, calm like it knows: 
You’re stuck in the frost, but you’ll get where you go

Lone, lost in hope…


Lone, lost in hope

This song was written and created by:
J J Samuel 
The production, music and vocals were created by: 
J J Samuel

#Christmas2025 #FestiveAnthem #Warm  #Magical #Indie #Pop #FeelGood #Santa #Joy #Wonder #Family #Uplifting #Global

 From December the first, the magic begins…
A new Christmas anthem for families everywhere.
From Manila to Montréal, Sydney to Beijing – watch the lights sparkle and hearts come together.
It’s not the gifts under the tree… it’s the laughing, the sharing, and the love we give.
Written from the heart by J J Samuel.
Merry Christmas Everyone! – the spirit lives in all of us. ❤️🎄✨

🎄 THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS 🎅🏻

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